*Kyros' POV*
Scooping Eris up gently, I carried her to my bedroom as the others followed behind me. We'd all agreed that there would be no more physical activity for her until she was fully healed. Deimos had insisted on it.
I laid her down in the middle of the bed and began to unclasp the rest of her dress. Her dainty hand wrapped around my wrist and she looked up at me. "What are you doing?" She asked.
"You can't sleep in this dress, Eris." She held my wrist and stared at me for a moment longer before letting me go and shutting her eyes once more. Without delay, I removed the dress and rolled her slightly to get it out from under her. Then, I brought the garment to Messene who stood in the doorway, waiting.
"Have this cleaned, please."
"And where would you like it once it is clean,
